JustI can't get this poem out of my mind these days. I think of it in the mornings and evenings when I sit before my icons with coffee or warm milk and wait for the empty spaces in me to fill and the too full spaces in me to empty out. Still waiting for those trays of food and nice drinks . . .
sit there right now.
Don't do a thing. Just rest.
Separation from God
is the hardest work in this world.
Let me bring you trays of food and something
that you like to
You can use my soft words
as a cushion
for your head.
Thank you Daniel Ladinsky, for your luminous book Love Poems from God.